We had a lovely three mile walk today, off in search of possible WWII bomb craters. As you do. Found the one I remembered from years ago:
and also another one!
German bombers used to do a run over Southampton docks then drop excess ordnance before flying home.
Charlie Cochrane - Mysteries with a dash of slash and much more 
There used to be a couple of big bomb crater up on the moors round my parents where we rode our ponies. And I remember charging through a similarly huge one when pony trecking in the New Forest.
Very worried that misbehaving people in the cities are going to make things more difficult for those of us who actually have to walk to and from places in rural areas.
I know at least one in the forest – near Rhinefield house, but there must be loads.
And yes. I do fear that the actions of the minority will make things worse for the vast majority of sensible folk.
I may start carrying a headcollar and rope with me at all times. Not only will it make it clear that I’m going somewhere for a specific purpose (if the scruffy clothes weren’t clue enough), but it will also make things that bit easier to sort out if the ponies yet again break into the fields we’re trying to save for later.